Experimenting

which came first, the heartbreak or the heart attack
which came second, the chicken or the egg
who killed the professor, and with what in which room
why is my head so full of mysteries and questions
they won't leave me alone, even though i know they're trivial and pointless
and irrelevant to my situation
i don't even know what it is any more

is a sacrifice love or is it just self inflicted pain
is alcohol a drink or just a drinkable poison
am i a person you can trust or just one you can trust to be untrustworthy
is love the miracle drug or is it the miracle that breaks past drugs